Day

The air is here and it’s there yet we breathe only lies

open is the sky yet trapped we are in its sheathe

candid is the earth yet gouge it we will

for a broken belief can ring one true to find the light in ones self

if we look for what not to do we might find ourselves

trapped in a bubble yet we reach far out

open eyes flashed and ears closed slates

the last day will be too late

broken lies from the start

we have to realize it’s all for hate

the pontiff brings it all

the daily false fate